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sexualtourettes) wrote2012-05-20 12:16 am
sexualtourettes) wrote2012-05-20 12:16 am
For Ray
Fitch was at the end of his rope.
He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.
Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.
He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.
At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.
God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.
He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.
Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.
He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.
At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.
God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.
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Or it was to him, at least.
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"You must be going crazy."
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"You know, she was my first major patient here." He could almost remember the threats as if it were yesterday... but that might have been because there might have actually been some threat slinging yesterday. "There's not a lot of crime here, either."
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"With those two around, there's more than you would think," he added, not allowing himself to say any more than that. Shooting a man, pushing Del down the stairs, just two examples of crimes that were brushed under the carpet when it came to them.
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"So... You feel better, right?" A problem shared was a problem apparently halved after all. "I helped?"
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"But if it makes you feel any better, yeah. You helped. Even if it's only in the way of knowing that I'm not sitting in this boat completely alone." His quarters just happened to be in a lower class.
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At least now Ray knew not to go to Fitch for advice when things weren't so good with Asher. He wasn't exactly waving a Talos flag in support or anything, despite dating the head of the clan.
"Might wanna keep this conversation to ourselves. I'm not sure either of them would be too keen on us sharing notes."
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